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| Cartoon rendition of me, a pale-skinned brunette-with-grey person looking relived, with the caption PHEW |
- My personal car wouldn’t start.
- I got Abby to take me to work in grandma’s car.
- I left my badge/keycard in my personal car where it lives.
- I called work to let me in.
- Abby left to take Liz to school since by taking me to work Lizzy will have missed the school bus.
- Work informed me that my morning route has been canceled today. The parent called in literally two minutes before I called from the front door.
- I called Abby to come to pick me up after dropping Liz.
- I had to be back in the work neighborhood in just under two hours at my doctor’s office across the street for my yearly physical, but my roadside assistance is tied to my phone account so I need to be where the dead car is.
- At home, I call roadside assistance and they assure me they will send someone out to jump-start my car. There is some confusion (as usual) because my address is hard to find.
- Nothing happened and I was still waiting on a call when I had to leave for my doctor's visit.
- As long as I was there, I needed to get a signed form from Lizzy's doctor to the middle school, so I asked them for that. They said sure, no problem.
- Had a good doctor's appointment. Blood pressure and O2 and all were normal, in spite of the frustrations of the morning. The doctor reminded me that I am not Superwoman, I can't do it all by myself, and for the love of whatever you may hold holy, stop beating yourself up when you don't get All the Things done in the ridiculously short amount of time you have allowed yourself. She approved of my method of slowly reintroducing foods to my delicate tummy.
- Flu shot & labs - thank goodness - now I can have breakfast!
- I went to the front desk and asked for Lizzy's form to take back to the school. It wasn't ready yet, so I told them I'd be back later since I work across the street.
- In the elevator, I got a call from... you guessed it, Lizzy's pediatrician, but the call dropped because, well, elevator. I called them back from the lobby, jumped through all the gatekeeping hoops... and it still wasn't ready; they just wanted to make sure it was for the same kid because the doc office has her under Elizabeth and the school has her under Lizzy.
- I got home, and while I was on hold trying to find out whether the roadside assistance people were ever going to come, I went out to check the car again, just to see if I'd missed something.
- As far as I can reconstruct, my car was in Park enough to take the key out of the ignition, but close enough to Reverse that it wouldn't start. I should've clued in when the automatic side doors wouldn't open, but I had attributed that to low battery.
- Okay then, we took grandma's car back to her house, I took Abby to work, dropped by the doctor's office to pick up Lizzy's form, and went to work.
- I got out to my work vehicle and realized I had the wrong key; I was holding the key for the van I use in the morning. I thought ruefully that evidently the Universe would like me to get allllll my Fitbit steps in today as I went back for the afternoon key.
- Work was uneventful, aside from a pair of middle schoolers having a rather awkward conversation when one tried to clunkily compliment the other for being kind.
- Traffic was meh.
- Got done with work - I wonder if I have my morning run on Monday because the kids said they're moving but we need to hear that from their adults - and I headed home to pick up Liz for a trip to Target to see about getting her a new onesie (what I would call a blanket sleeper) because hers is uh... a trifle snug. We stopped for gas on the way.
- Experienced a moment of panic (after being in the checkout line behind a woman who - in addition to making eye contact with the cashier as she tucked her mask into her pocket - was unkind to her baby, snappish with the other woman shopping with her, loudly proclaiming that she should get tax exemption because she's from out of state, and popping her gum), I couldn't find my debit card. The cashier (remember, they had been recently dealing with a not-nice customer) suggested rather diffidently that it might be in my jacket pocket,
Narrator - yes, it was in her pocket.
In any case, I (mostly) maintained equanimity throughout. Nothing worse than eye-rolls and self-deprecating humor and the occasional under-the-breath WTF. I feel pretty good about that.
